Windows
Looking out my window, not seeing what is there.
The window I gaze through is found within myself.
This day bores me, desolate and bare.
Within I find joy and adventure.
Acomplishing many things without leaving this room.
I return to the past, and dream of the future.
Playing any role I wish.
Open your windows and find yourself.
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